Noctisardor Bypass the loxian gate

Bracelet did not respond, not that Druid had expected she would. She forgot all about the strange taste in her mouth a moment later when she caught a whiff of blood. No sooner had she turned than Skaigona—no, she preferred to be called Heda, now—flopped down beside her with a spontaneous declaration.

The gray Sämling took a moment to parse her sister’s words before replying, What’s a great aunt? Had Wylla changed her name too or had Druid simply misheard an “m” tacked onto the end? Maybe her senses were all a little off kilter today.

That made her think again about tasting the color purple. Stranger than the experience itself was her certainty, as if she’d tasted purple before. Druid considered asking Heda about it but caught the scent of blood again, which was very normal but no less intriguing for that.

Are you bleeding? she asked Heda, leaning forward to gently nudge her with concern.